North Atlantic Ocean
1200 hours
Current Conditions: Clear
Date: Unknown
2 ships are seen slicing through the waves at decent speeds. Both ships shone in the sunlight, their decks bristling with various weapons, the best of their eras. One flew the flag of the Soviet Navy, the other the flag of the US Navy. Both were traveling with a convoy in the middle of the North Atlantic Ocean with various escorts, both were making good time, but the people at the helms of these massive ships were not so...happy. In fact, they looked glum for whatever reason despite the oddly bright and sunny day in the middle of the normally cold and cloudy North Atlantic Ocean.
Male: 'Every once in a while, when I wake up.' he started.
Female: 'I find myself crying.' she continued.
The scene changes from the back of their heads to the sides of their ships showing the numbers 66 and 065 respectively.
Male: 'The dream I must have had I can never seem to fully recall but...' he trailed off.
Female: 'But....' she trailed off, 'the sensation that I've lost something lingers for a while after I wake up.'
The scene then changes from the sides of their bows to their sterns showing the names Kentucky and Киров or Kirov respectively.
Male: 'I'm always searching for something or someone.' he continued.
Female: 'This feeling....I think it has possessed me since that day...' she trailed off.
Male: 'That day when the stars came falling.' he said.
The scene changing to a date in the past where the derelict and unfinished hulk of the USS Kentucky sat idle in a covered berth waiting for someone to find it and a view of a comet racing dangerously close above the stationary Kirov in a port who watched as a small bit of the comet broke off and began falling down to Earth.
Female: 'It was almost like a scene from a dream...' she trailed off.
Male: 'Nothing more, nothing less than a beautiful view.' he finished.
With that, the screen cut to black and the title card written in bold white came into view.
Learning to Love Your Rival
Boston Metals Company, Baltimore, Maryland
0200 hours
Current Conditions: Thunderstorm
Date: February 1959
The sound of thunder and lightning echoed from far in the distance as the incomplete hulk of the USS Kentucky was slowly moved into position for scrapping alongside hundreds of thousands of ships, planes, tanks, trains, rolling stock, and other pieces of equipment all awaiting their final fate.
On land, the Scrappers gawked as the incomplete Iowa-Class was parked in line with various Liberties, a bunch of tiny Pre-War Destroyers, Pre-War Cruisers, and various Submarines from all sides of the war.
Foreman: "Alright men, as you have noticed, our docks are completely stuffed." he said, "All of these ships must be dismantled and recycled come the next month."
Scrapper 1: "We have to scrap all that?" he questioned.
Foreman: "Pretty much." he replied, "The US Navy tasked us with the destruction of all this material but since the Railroads, the Army, and the Air Force requested our services first, their material takes priority."
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Loving your Rival (UaM Mk. 2)
RomanceUSS Kentucky was the last Iowa-Class Battleship to have its keel put down, it was sold for scrap in 1960 having had its bow chopped off and given to its older sister Wisconsin. She would then be scrapped later that year. In 1980, the Kirov is commi...
